Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cameroon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.